Money sucks. Eloquent right?
I'm currently in the process of arranging to pay back all of my student loans. And trust me, there's a lot of them. It's stressful. What's even worse, I'm not using the schooling at all. And won't ever. For multiple reasons that we will just not get into right now.
I didn't get scholarships or bursaries or anything of the sort. What I did get is the pressure to apply for numerous student loans. And I did. I worked very little during college, that you can't even count it. So basically $50,000 thrown away. Ya, fun times. Sense the sarcasm?
My girls both have RESP's set up. And once I finally apply and receive H's birth certificate, both will be getting a savings account set up as well. I want to teach them about money and the smart ways to work with money and save it. I want them to know all about bursaries and scholarships and everything else that will make sure that they aren't paying for student loans for years to come; All the stuff that I wish I knew and was much more educated about. Unless they're gonna be doctors, because I don't know if we could finance all those years ;)
I think there's lots of information out there. You don't need to be a straight A student nor do you need to be living in poverty to receive "free money". It's out there, you just need to look!! Lesson learned.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Almost
730am. I'm blogging. School clothes are on. Breakfast is ate. Teeth just need to be brushed. We're doing good with time today. It helps that H is still sleeping and my sister made toast for B, but hey, we're doing it!
I haven't hit the treadmill in 2 days like I said, however; we went for a km walk yesterday, and on Monday I did a nice little workout. It wasn't much. Took maybe 10 minutes, but it happened! Last night I moved around the foosball table and dropped down the treadmill. So now there is literally no excuse!
One step at a time I suppose :)
That damn foosball table...we really need a bigger basement. Like a lot of men, the basement is his "man cave", when we don't take if over that is. But, I may be one of the few that hopes for bigger to make it better. We have sports stuff, a good TV, and a nice size wet bar that has been very well used in our 4 years here. Now to add an air hockey table - or get rid o the foosball first which I don't see happening because B loves that thing. The main thing i meant to get at with all this bigger basement stuff is that I'd like to have the treadmill accessible without trying to slide this table across the basement. Every damn time.
Ok. On that note. Time to drop this girl off at school!
Have a good one!!
I haven't hit the treadmill in 2 days like I said, however; we went for a km walk yesterday, and on Monday I did a nice little workout. It wasn't much. Took maybe 10 minutes, but it happened! Last night I moved around the foosball table and dropped down the treadmill. So now there is literally no excuse!
One step at a time I suppose :)
That damn foosball table...we really need a bigger basement. Like a lot of men, the basement is his "man cave", when we don't take if over that is. But, I may be one of the few that hopes for bigger to make it better. We have sports stuff, a good TV, and a nice size wet bar that has been very well used in our 4 years here. Now to add an air hockey table - or get rid o the foosball first which I don't see happening because B loves that thing. The main thing i meant to get at with all this bigger basement stuff is that I'd like to have the treadmill accessible without trying to slide this table across the basement. Every damn time.
Ok. On that note. Time to drop this girl off at school!
Have a good one!!
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Getting it Together
Look at me go. Two posts in less than a week? I must be sick. Realistically, I'm writing this with H passed out across my chest, and B playing cars in the kitchen. I can't help but think that this must be the norm - moms (or dads) writing with the babies on them in some form. I suppose if I want to write, this is the only way it can be done.
I'm slowly in the process of getting back in shape. When I got pregnant I continued to work out. Not nearly as long as I wanted, but I did. I used the treadmill for a month or two, but then got concerned that I was getting my heart rate to high, and stopped. I started walking outdoors then. Not long distances or anything, just enough to get going. Most times were between 1 and 2km with B, other times we did the longer walk to the library and back which was more along the lines of 3km round trip. We spent loads of time in the pool this past summer too!
Now I have no excuses. Wait, that's a lie. My excuse is laying on me. Three times she's fallen asleep on me today. Three times I've laid her down after crashing. And three times she was awake instantly. Okay two times. The Third was about a half hour, in which B and I made cookies. But, I'm trying not to let her be an excuse. I just did 50 squats with her in my arms. Why? Why not. I'm going to get where I want to be physically, and if it means including H in the work outs, I will.
A few days ago I did some jumping jacks. I pushed out 100, with so many stops. I knew I was out of shape - not being hard on myself, it's true, I just gained and lost 30 pounds in 9 months - but wow. I am lucky to be at my pre-pregnancy weight, which is still higher than I would ideally like it to be, but I'm much softer, and much weaker. I currently have a goal to be able to do 100 jumping jacks, without stopping, by the end of the month. Might sound easy, but after how I felt the other day, I think I've got my work cut out for me.
I wanted to do the Resolution Run here on New Years Eve, but it sold out before I got the "okay" from my doctor. It's really bitter sweet. I hoped to run a marathon in 2012, and wasn't comfortable running one pregnant. Oh well. There's always 2013. I actually registered for the Mud Hero last week. It's not until next August, but I'm pumped. 6km in the mud with obstacles?? Hell yeah! I must be crazy. I've also recently learned of the Rock n Roll Marathon in Vegas that would be wicked. But, doubtful that it'll be next year, but hopefully soon! Either way, I see a lot of training in the future, and I'm okay with that!
I have to start somewhere, and I am. I've been working on my diet. Trying to choose some of the healthier choices, and less of the crappier choices ;) . I'm trying to get moving a little bit more too. And although it's awfully cold outside, and I don't like taking H out in this if I don't have to, I do have the treadmill that has collected dust over the months and is calling my name louder and louder. I'm going to get on it in the next day or two, and hopefully by writing it here, along with the rest of my goals, I'll feel a little more obligated to actually do it!
We're going to Vegas in May for my husbands 30th. I want to look and feel awesome. It's our first time, and from what I've heard, there's a lot of walking to be done, and I want to be able to keep up!!
I also want to be able to keep up with my girls for the next 20+ years, and then my grandchildren - yes, that is SO far away, but it's something I think about.
On that rambling note, B is getting hungry (she just asked for 5 hot dogs, silly child of mine), H is squirming, and my writing time has come to an end.
I'm slowly in the process of getting back in shape. When I got pregnant I continued to work out. Not nearly as long as I wanted, but I did. I used the treadmill for a month or two, but then got concerned that I was getting my heart rate to high, and stopped. I started walking outdoors then. Not long distances or anything, just enough to get going. Most times were between 1 and 2km with B, other times we did the longer walk to the library and back which was more along the lines of 3km round trip. We spent loads of time in the pool this past summer too!
Now I have no excuses. Wait, that's a lie. My excuse is laying on me. Three times she's fallen asleep on me today. Three times I've laid her down after crashing. And three times she was awake instantly. Okay two times. The Third was about a half hour, in which B and I made cookies. But, I'm trying not to let her be an excuse. I just did 50 squats with her in my arms. Why? Why not. I'm going to get where I want to be physically, and if it means including H in the work outs, I will.
A few days ago I did some jumping jacks. I pushed out 100, with so many stops. I knew I was out of shape - not being hard on myself, it's true, I just gained and lost 30 pounds in 9 months - but wow. I am lucky to be at my pre-pregnancy weight, which is still higher than I would ideally like it to be, but I'm much softer, and much weaker. I currently have a goal to be able to do 100 jumping jacks, without stopping, by the end of the month. Might sound easy, but after how I felt the other day, I think I've got my work cut out for me.
I wanted to do the Resolution Run here on New Years Eve, but it sold out before I got the "okay" from my doctor. It's really bitter sweet. I hoped to run a marathon in 2012, and wasn't comfortable running one pregnant. Oh well. There's always 2013. I actually registered for the Mud Hero last week. It's not until next August, but I'm pumped. 6km in the mud with obstacles?? Hell yeah! I must be crazy. I've also recently learned of the Rock n Roll Marathon in Vegas that would be wicked. But, doubtful that it'll be next year, but hopefully soon! Either way, I see a lot of training in the future, and I'm okay with that!
I have to start somewhere, and I am. I've been working on my diet. Trying to choose some of the healthier choices, and less of the crappier choices ;) . I'm trying to get moving a little bit more too. And although it's awfully cold outside, and I don't like taking H out in this if I don't have to, I do have the treadmill that has collected dust over the months and is calling my name louder and louder. I'm going to get on it in the next day or two, and hopefully by writing it here, along with the rest of my goals, I'll feel a little more obligated to actually do it!
We're going to Vegas in May for my husbands 30th. I want to look and feel awesome. It's our first time, and from what I've heard, there's a lot of walking to be done, and I want to be able to keep up!!
I also want to be able to keep up with my girls for the next 20+ years, and then my grandchildren - yes, that is SO far away, but it's something I think about.
On that rambling note, B is getting hungry (she just asked for 5 hot dogs, silly child of mine), H is squirming, and my writing time has come to an end.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Craziness
Wow, how life has changed in the last months. We have been blessed with baby number 2, who, after much debate, was born a girl. You never know when both ultrasounds show a different sex. But she was born October 1st, through an uncomplicated c-section. If you know me, you know the stress and tears that were involved when my first daughter was born, so it was wonderful to have a good delivery this time.
I've had people tell me that going from one child to two was simple. I call bullshit. I find myself often overwhelmed, not that I would change it, I love these girls. I'm nursing, for those who care, a baby who eats at least every 2 hours. The other day, she ate 8 times in 8 hours. She also only wants to cosleep (no need to voice opinions on this, I'm very well of the pros and cons of it) and will only sleep at night this way. Kick it off with me being not-so-smart and put B in morning kindergarten, and we are up daily at 7 for this. Might I add that my husband is away for 15 days at a time and then only home for 6??
Now please don't think I'm complaining. I love my kids, I love my husband, and like I said, I wouldn't change it. It's just overwhelming, and most definitely not easy. It's day by day and it is absolutely a learning game.
Christmas has officially come to our house, as evident by the beautiful smelling tree and all the flashing lights - which have also found a home around the fish tank this year. Poor fish. B is very excited for the holidays, whereas H, at 9 weeks old, just stares at the bright lights. Happy baby that she is.
I want to write more. I need to write more. It's finding the time to do so that's the hard part. I've already taken 2 hours to write this as I started when B was at dance and am now finishing as we watch Brave and finish up supper.
I might add that months ago I finished (and I say that lightly) my first story. Now I definitely need to add to it, and edit it, and make it better, but being able to add a period at the end of that last line just filled me with so much joy. I cannot wait to be completely done with it, print it, bind it, and set it on my shelf knowing that I did that. That I wrote something.
And then I can start book 2, with the storyline that is ever in my mind ;)
On that note, back to my busy life I go!
I've had people tell me that going from one child to two was simple. I call bullshit. I find myself often overwhelmed, not that I would change it, I love these girls. I'm nursing, for those who care, a baby who eats at least every 2 hours. The other day, she ate 8 times in 8 hours. She also only wants to cosleep (no need to voice opinions on this, I'm very well of the pros and cons of it) and will only sleep at night this way. Kick it off with me being not-so-smart and put B in morning kindergarten, and we are up daily at 7 for this. Might I add that my husband is away for 15 days at a time and then only home for 6??
Now please don't think I'm complaining. I love my kids, I love my husband, and like I said, I wouldn't change it. It's just overwhelming, and most definitely not easy. It's day by day and it is absolutely a learning game.
Christmas has officially come to our house, as evident by the beautiful smelling tree and all the flashing lights - which have also found a home around the fish tank this year. Poor fish. B is very excited for the holidays, whereas H, at 9 weeks old, just stares at the bright lights. Happy baby that she is.
I want to write more. I need to write more. It's finding the time to do so that's the hard part. I've already taken 2 hours to write this as I started when B was at dance and am now finishing as we watch Brave and finish up supper.
I might add that months ago I finished (and I say that lightly) my first story. Now I definitely need to add to it, and edit it, and make it better, but being able to add a period at the end of that last line just filled me with so much joy. I cannot wait to be completely done with it, print it, bind it, and set it on my shelf knowing that I did that. That I wrote something.
And then I can start book 2, with the storyline that is ever in my mind ;)
On that note, back to my busy life I go!
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